The Day the Earth Caught Fire Page #6

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- It's stopped raining.

- Has it?

Well, don't tell Jacko,

he's liable to stop the presses.

All right. Here you are, 800 words,

"How to be happy, though radiated."

- I suppose thrombosis comes out.

- Sorry we kept you up, Bill.

Oh, it's an honour and a pleasure.

I've always wanted to work an eight-day week.

- And you're listening to a dedicated man.

- Got to lose your sunspots too, Pete.

Come on, Pete, we'll...

- Before we get involved in another flash...

- Jacko.

I had trouble with sunspots, Jacko.

Yeah, I bet you did,

but it read fine.

John, where's that bomb data?

Let's have it back a minute.

Thank you.

You coming or not?

You shouldn't have done this, Bill.

I know it. I should've gone home.

I wouldn't have got involved in this.

I need my bloody head examined.

So do you.

I did go to the Met Centre, Bill.

And my watch did stop.

Maybe they'll give you a

presentation one when you leave.

I leave tomorrow, you know that.

I don't give a flop what you do, but relieve

me of the tension, if you don't mind.

Yes, I know.

What the hell's the

matter with you anyway?

Forget it.

No woman's irreplaceable,

no matter how much you love her.

I told you, forget it.

There'll be somebody

else sooner or later.

London's full of somebody elses.

And that cures everything, doctor?

Does alcohol?

Find yourself a girl, Pete.

Find yourself a dozen.

I've got your permission,

have I, Dad?

Permission?

My thoughts will be with you.

Well, well.

The opposition's late tonight.

We don't admit any opposition, son.

Mr Maguire. What will it be?

- Two large lean steaks.

- Not for me. I'll have a Scotch.

You'll have a steak, too. It's good

for you to eat at least once a week.

Anything worth reading in

tomorrow's paper, Mr Maguire?

It's all agency stuff tonight,

so you can have a look for a change.

There is also a well written

article on thrombosis.

One cause, eating too much fat.

Oh, I'll tell you this,

there's no fat in any of mine.

- Sandy know I wasn't there?

- Just get us a couple of drinks.

- Get on with your orders.

- Oh, May, give it to him.

Don't you take it, Harry.

Who's boss here, you or her?

Knock it off, Mr Cardiff.

I know all about you.

You want jackets with 'em?

No. No potatoes, May.

I've read my article.

What about you, Mr Stenning?

Bill, what did you tell Sandy?

I told him you'd phoned it in.

- Hello, Peter. Still with the Express?

- For the moment.

It's murder up at our place tonight.

They don't know what to

make of this Russian bomb.

Your lot never knew what

to make of anything.

All right. Nice to have seen you.

Maybe we don't spend

enough time in the bars.

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